October 22, 1986
I was in the park today working on the game and that was the spot where it all started… a year ago, out on the Great Lawn. I left school early, was reading, writing… three older kids came up to me wearing masks, it was almost Hallowe’en. One of them kicked my notebook out of my hands and another one took my copy of Forest, the only one I could ever find. I stood up to them. I tried to get it and they beat me up, bad. I can remember lying in the grass watching all my notebook pages fly all over the park, stuck to statues, under benches, in the woods. One of those kids kicked me in the head over and over. Mom and Dad found me late that night, still no book, looking for my pages. I didn’t even know I was bleeding. After that, everything changed. I could see things, hear things, feel things. I heard Mom and Dad whispering, a couple months ago, in the kitchen that maybe something happened to my brain when they beat me up because that’s when everything started. I don’t know if it was the bullies but something definitely changed that day.
My only discrepancy is that it could be “other kids” and not “older kids” but that doesn’t really take away from the overall feel of the voice clip. There is also almost a ticking sound in the background, almost sounds like a clock ticking at times, but I think it is too spaced out for that.